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My children and I had fun yesterday, planning an “End of the World” party. The plans included popcorn, disaster movies and staying up late.

As the evening ticked on, they decided they didn’t want to watch disaster movies and we nixed the popcorn. The family consensus was to watch a rerun of Doctor Who. After all, the world couldn’t end if The Doctor was still fighting for us, right?

One by one, the kids wandered off to bed, secure in the knowledge that Santa would stop by our house on Christmas Eve and tomorrow was right on schedule.

So what now? Wide awake on the eve of Armageddon and the kids fast asleep… that familiar pesky question popped up: “What if?”

Changeling Press authors and readers are tempted every week with a “Flash Fiction Challenge.” A theme is announced, 100-150 words. This week is Armageddon. What or who would you do if the world was ending?

What would I do? How would I want to spend my last few minutes?

You Matter

We stood still, looking at the brilliant streaks of light shooting through the sky. At any other time it would be a novelty. Tonight, it foreshadowed the end of the world. Catastrophic collision, meteors, it all ran together in a confusion of doom.

“Tony, I can’t just stand here waiting for the end. Take me home.”

He took my hand and led me back to our house. The white picket fence we’d so painstakingly put up last spring surrounded us with a false sense of serenity as we passed through the gate.

“Wait! What…?” His low chuckle rumbled against my ear as he swept me off my feet and carried me over the threshold. “Didn’t we already do this once?”

“It’s never too late to have a second honeymoon.”

“Did you forget the end of the world stuff?”

“Honey, you *are* my world. When I’m with you, nothing else matters.”

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It’s been an interesting year with many challenges, tragedies, rewards and discoveries. Just remember that YOU matter.

The fact that you exist and participate in this wild, wacky world of ours is a miracle that only you can perform. So whether the world ends tomorrow or pulses on for a millennium more, you matter more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for being a part of my world, and I hope in some small way that I’ve been a part of yours.

Each participating author is having a giveaway on their blog as well, so make sure you visit all our blogs and comment (we’re a small group, so you have a really good chance of winning something!).

The Grand Prize is a Kindle Fire, and if you win you’ll need to stock it with some books, right? My additional prize is a $10 gift card for Amazon or Barnes & Noble, winner’s choice.

To enter the contest for the gift card, just visit my website at http://www.cassidymckay.com (opens in a new window) and then come back here, and leave a comment on my blog about which books interest you.

One wild night, two sexy seamen, and a voluptuous woman — three broken souls seeking completion.

It’s a short HOT erotic paranormal/historical romance (M/F/M menage), available for only $2.99. I hope you’ll check it out and let me know how you like it!

Book Summary

First Mate Cade Talbot disobeyed a direct order, sacrificing himself to save his best friend. Since then, Captain Grant Rowen rules his ship with an iron fist, demanding strict compliance from all aboard.

Coffers are low, and when a lone woman requests passage to St. Thomas, Captain Rowen accepts her payment. But the stormy sea crossing holds more than just nature’s surprises.

Aurora Journade reveals that she not only speaks to spirits, she makes love to them –and she doesn’t follow orders. With Aurora’s help, Cade has one last chance to reach out to his captain. Not even death can keep them from seeking passion’s redemption.

Hey everyone! I’ve been working hard on my WIP’s and just realized that most of my books are now available on Amazon for your Kindle, computers, etc. I have a Nook myself and use it constantly, but I am addicted to Amazon for movies, TV shows and just miscellaneous stuff. I’ll buy a book on there if I can’t find it elsewhere, but prefer to put them on my Nook.

How about you? Where do you buy most of your books? Publisher’s website? Amazon? Barnes & Noble? All Romance Ebooks?

~Cassidy

By the way, I’m in the middle of revamping my website, so look for some new designs soon! In the meantime, if you’d like to check out what I have available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, here are the links to my author pages there. I’d love it if you’d “like” my author page and my books pages so more people can find me there.

My Six Sentence Sunday contribution for this week is a sexy snippet from a novella I have coming out with Changeling Press in March entitled Protect and Serve: Shifting Focus. It’s an erotic romance–so be warned. 😉

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Background info:

Griff Monroe is a government mercenary working undercover. He’s assigned to a case in San Francisco, California where Sophia Lorello works as a firefighter. To her extreme annoyance, she’s ordered away from her job to pick him up from the airport.

This scene is just as he comes out of the airport and sees her for the first time, deciding she’s the perfect cover for his mission. So he greets her like a long-lost lover. Surprise!

But when you’re going undercover to catch a killer, you never know who might be watching.

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My breath catches as he kisses me, his lips firm and warm. The sultry scratch of his beard chafes my face in a way that makes every nerve ending stand up and take notice…twice. Every inch of my body comes alive as he moves closer, his hard to my soft—molding like hot, melted chocolate topping over a frosty bowl of ice cream.

The tip of his tongue teases the separation of mine, asking—not demanding—entrance. A shiver of anticipation slides up my spine, piquing my curiosity and flat-out drenching my panties with cream. I squirm, the aching rush of awareness flushing my good sense to somewhere south of Who-The-Fuck-Cares.

Hey all! I’m basking in the wintry weather up here in Washington. It’s almost like it’s December or something! How strange is that?

I’m participating in the Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop this year with almost 200 other authors~so start your hopping!

– I am giving away a $10 gift certificate to either Amazon.com or Barnes & Noble.com so you can stock up on some of your favorite books for the holidays.

– I’ll also give away 2 books from my backlist, winner’s choice.

* All winners will be chosen from comments on my blog, so feel free to comment away!

I’ll roll them all little balls and have the new kitten, Gomez, snatch the winners at the end of the blog hop (he just LOVES smacking around paper!).

Why would I do something like this? Well, I love the season, and I just can’t resist playing with the silly little kitten. He showed up a few weeks ago after being caught by a pack of dogs out in the below-freezing weather. So we brought him in, doctored him up, thawed and fed him, and he never left. It’s my husband’s fault, really. Seriously, he’s a big old softy.

Okay, that and I have a brand-new holiday release at Changeling Press. White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings is an erotic story about a very very naughty elf who just wants to please all the BIG boys and girls with his special brand of adult toys.

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White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings by Cassidy McKay available now at Changeling Press!

White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings

by Cassidy McKay

What’s a Christmas Elf to do when he wants to sex up the North Pole a bit? Make adult toys, of course!

When Henry’s Elven magic goes awry, Santa’s workshop will never be the same.

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Here’s a naughty excerpt from the story (rated R–be warned!)

Additional warnings: LAUGHTER & SPEW ALERTS — Do not attempt to drink any liquids during the reading of this story. This could cause major damage to electrical appliances, romantic evenings and scare the animals. You’ve been warned.

EXCERPT:

Abby stumbled into the kitchen for a drink without bothering to turn the lights on. The ambient glow from the streetlight was usually enough for her to find her way. Yet tonight, the glow was absent.

Maybe it’s cloudy outside.

She felt her way along the wall and crossed the dining room toward the kitchen, only to run into a solid wall where there shouldn’t be one. Abby stuck out her hands, and felt… skin. Warm, solid, muscled, skin, dusted with hair. Male skin.

She screamed, prompting another warm, solid, muscled male body to slide behind her, his hand gently covering her mouth. She was bracketed by them in an almost naked Abby sandwich.

No way, Jose! I’ve seen this kind of movie too many times. I’m not gonna end up on the wrong side of a slasher film with screeching music after letting some strangers feel me up.

The man in front of her framed her face with his hands as if he wanted to kiss her, so she placed her palms on either side of his waist as he drew near, pulling him just a little bit closer.

Thud!

The guy in front of her went down with a whimper, her sharp knee right on target. She flung her head back toward the man behind her, hoping he was close enough and short enough for her skull to hit him in the face.
She was correct on both guesses, and the second man went down. Abby ran for her cell phone and the front door, dialing 9-1-1 as she fumbled with the locks.

The phone went dead. Dropping the useless thing, she undid four of the locks by feel before she heard the men stirring. She shot a glance behind her and doubled her efforts, only to find all the locks re-secured when she turned the light on. “Holy crap! What the hell is going on?” I know I undid those locks. I’ve done it a thousand times.

“We’re your Christmas presents, Abby.” A man’s pained voice sounded from the bodies she’d left near the kitchen.

Abby turned toward them after glancing again at the dead cell phone. The locks, she couldn’t explain.

The men rose shakily, helping each other up. Two nearly identical “steaming hot, muscled hunks of love,” her girlfriends at work would call them. She could easily imagine her friends pushing each other out of the way to shove crisp dollar bills down the men’s tight, brightly colored little thongs.

Thongs in Chicago in December? Oh no. “Uhm… you said you were my Christmas presents?”

They nodded in tandem.

“Did Mandy and Kim send you? I told them not to get me anything for Christmas, damn it!”

The men shrugged, and the one with the bloodied nose pulled a towel away from his face. “We don’t know who sent us, Abby, just that we’re here to grant your every desire.”

“Great. How about you start by cleaning the bathroom? I hate doing that. Or are you strictly the dancing and dollar bill type?”

They glanced at each other in confusion, and she groaned when their eyes widened in obvious interest while they checked each other out. She had to admit, her friends definitely had good taste in eye candy. Completely delicious, from the top of their heads, past their broad, muscled chests, ripped abs, over their miniscule thongs, down their perfectly sculpted legs, and all the way down to their feet. One of which, on each man, was covered in an odd sock that looked suspiciously like the ones from her window sill.

She sighed in disappointment as they completely ignored her for each other. “The bathroom’s that way, guys.” She pointed down the hall, and strode into the bedroom to dress and down a couple of aspirin for the pounding headache she felt starting. “Just my luck. Two gorgeous men at my beck and call, bought and paid for… and they’re gay. Figures.” She shut the door on her fantasies and changed into her sweats.

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“Oh yeah, shove it in there! Harder! Harder!”

The enthusiastic shout coming from her bathroom had Abby rushing to finish dressing. No way. No fucking way! They couldn’t be… not in her bathroom!

I hope you’ll enjoy my little excerpt as much as I enjoyed writing the book. I have to say, I laughed the entire time I was writing it. Yes, my family thought I was crazy–but then again, they always do!

~ Cassidy

I’m also doing lots of fun things the next two weeks to celebrate the release, I hope you’ll join me for some holiday cheer and a chance to win some fun prizes!

What’s a Christmas Elf to do when he wants to sex up the North Pole a bit? Make adult toys, of course!

When Henry’s Elven magic goes awry, Santa’s workshop will never be the same.

Excerpt:

Henry removed his socks, took a quick sniff and shrugged, then hung them on the windowsill. They looked oddly out of place in an apartment that had little to recommend it for the holiday season.

A siren wailed in the distance, quickly blending into the background noise of the city. Tilting his head, the Elf considered the implications of a siren, then ignored it. It’s not really breaking and entering if I didn’t break anything to enter, right?

He rummaged through several of his pockets to bring out a Christmas tree-shaped air freshener, brushed the lint off, and hung it on the window between the stockings with a little suction cup.

With a twinkle of his eye and a gentle twist to his left nipple ring, a bright purple pulse of magic surrounded the items and then faded away. He squinted, looking closer. It couldn’t have been purple. Christmas magic is supposed to be red and green.

He stood back to stare at his makeshift decorations. For a disbarred Elf, he hadn’t done too badly. At least The Claus hadn’t taken away his magic… yet. The hearing wasn’t until after the New Year, anyway.

His last attempt to bring a little joy into people’s lives rushed back as if it were only yesterday. Then he smiled in wry humor — it was only yesterday! But Holy Pointed Elven Ears, what a day…

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Henry really hadn’t meant to cause a ruckus in the Toy Shoppe. He’d just tried to sex up the place a little bit. Everyone seemed to think Christmas Elves were little green androgynous drones with pointy ears, endlessly building toys for good little boys and girls.

Not Henry. Well, he did have the pointy ears, and he did like to build toys. But he really preferred adult toys. He’d brought some of his new inventions to work to present to Mr. and Mrs. Claus and the Approval Committee. Unfortunately, his magic was rather unpredictable at best — and the toys he invented were made with magic.

Foregoing the simple red and green Christmas magic Elves usually used to make toys, he preferred using the rarer, more dangerous purple magic — the kind adult Elves used in secret. However, his attempts at building toys using either type of magic didn’t always make them work the way they were intended to, no matter how good his intentions.

Yesterday’s incident probably fell into the “Worse than disastrous” category. He’d finally been invited to show the Committee his inventions. He was nervous, but he’d put on a good face, even when minor things started going haywire. Things went from bad to worse faster than a reindeer could land on a rooftop.

First, Santa reached into the sack on the table before the Committee and brought out what looked like a toy statue. The tiny female figure it portrayed was buxom, to say the least. The old man’s eyebrows rose and his glasses slipped down his nose when he noticed her black leather corset, short skirt and thigh-high leather boots. Santa’s brows knit together and he glanced at Henry, ignoring the Elf’s frantic scrambling to grab the statue.

“No Santa, don’t push that button, I haven’t fixed it yet…”

Santa pushed the button on the back of the statue.

In the twinkle of an eye and a whirl of purple sparkling magic, the outfit disappeared from the statue, leaving a fully developed, anatomically correct doll, complete with pierced nipples and neatly shaven pubes.

Henry watched as Santa’s mouth dropped open in shock and the old man’s knit brows whipped into a furious frown. “Henry!”

“Santa, I can explain…”

The loud, shared gasp coming from the Committee cut Henry’s explanation short. Santa turned quicker than a wink to see his formerly demure wife now dressed in the wicked outfit that had just been on the doll.

The black leather gear revealed a savagely curved, white-haired, vintage sex goddess worthy of hours of devoted worship. The lethal-looking whip dangling from her hand only added to the spicy image.

Santa’s tenting pants told Henry he noticed, too. More tents arose from the Committee. Could this be a tentative approval?

Mrs. Claus cautiously moved the whip in her hand, watching it writhe with the slightest touch. A naughty smile curved her lips as she gave the whip a swift crack, landing a satisfying snap near Santa. She raised an eyebrow, looking first at Henry, then the doll, and finally at her husband advancing toward her with a telltale twinkle in his eye.

“Shut up, Henry,” Mr. and Mrs. Claus said in tandem, their eyes locked on one another.

Mrs. Claus turned toward the door, her deliciously shaped ass outlined in smooth black leather. She walked away in the fuck-me-heeled boots as if born to lead, striding forward with a swinging gait as the leather skirt danced around the top of her dimpled thighs. She turned the lock on the Committee door with a quiet snick.

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

All rights reserved.

Copyright (c)2011 Cassidy McKay

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Don’t forget! Changeling Press is having a White Hot Christmas Contest. You can win free books for a year!

Set up: Shelby has traveled to her recently deceased grandmother’s home to pack up her things before selling it. They have been estranged for years, and Shelby finds a letter from her grandmother that hints at the paranormal side of her family…

This cabin has been left to you, my darling Granddaughter. You may do with it as you wish, however, please consider staying here and making this your home. Our family has roots here, far back in time, and we are connected to the canyon behind this cabin. The wind whispers to us. Those who choose to hear are blessed, although many may fear the unknown. If you choose to hear the winds, Shelby, heed their words, for they carry warnings as well as good tidings.